He felt an emotional ping in his chest. A
feeling he knew was wrong but nearly impossible to ignore. Love. He
vowed not to get involved in it again or at least not before his life
achievements are achieved.
But he couldn't help himself. It was just days after his confession to
her. A mutual feeling that both kept buried deep within their hearts
thinking the other will never know it.
Was it a mistake?, he asked himself. For three years he has always
wanted to tell her. Wanted her to know that she has stolen his heart.
But to let her know was a suicide. Not until we're ready, he thought
back then. What they had in common was a mystery even to himself. She
was a genius like him and that's the only thing they shared. Plus, he
knew there was nothing in him that she would be interested in at all.
He was heavily intoxicated when it happened. A text message sent through
alcohol and a delusion he would be rejected beyond imaginable cause. It
wasn't until he hit the 'send' button he regretted what he had done.
How stupid he felt that time. A few minutes passed when the familiar
musical chime buzzed through his phone's speaker. He read her reply and was shocked.
"I like you too".
Impossible.
